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Sometimes my brain shows me impossible dreams in my sleep. Dreams that when I wake up leave me feeling the magical coolness of the of rain-bearing winds on my skin. Well, almost. The cruel heat dispels the notion soon enough.
Sops. They are nothing but sops thrown at me for what I refuse to acknowledge during my waking hours. The intense pain buried where I don’t want to find it. Ever. What my brain does not know, the sops only accentuate not assuage. But mercifully, the dream disappears in the light of day, like most dreams do. Or maybe I will it to disappear.
The brain has other tactics too, to make me admit. There is an imbalance in you. A ghastly truth you cannot escape. One side weighs more. You are about to topple. So when it is not making up rosy dreams, it makes me sob. Racking sobs in my sleep. Sobs that make me cough and gag, as if I am being strangled. I wake up in a cold sweat gasping for air.
I want to tell my brain to leave me to my unkempt ways, everything that I don’t want to think of promptly swept into a bottomless pit and the lid put on it, with a carpet thrown on top. But no. it has to sneak in dreams, and sobs, and shatter my carefully orchestrated existence. But then they are just nights. The days are still mine.
Written for 3WW CCCLXV
Prompt words for the week: unkempt, cruel, ghastly
vishalbheeroo said:
Hi Shail, glad to read your perspective on life and guess, all of us, in some way or another, go through things in life.
Cheerz
shail said:
That’s not my perspective, Vishal 🙂 It is a write up for the specified challenge, and filed under the tag ‘fiction’ 🙂
Cheers.
vishalbheeroo said:
Oh! Okie! But, it’s true how many people go through it. Well captured:)
shail said:
🙂
Mystic said:
That’s a fascinating piece of writing. It really drew me in. I just plunged into it, only seeing later that it was a Wordless Wednesday challenge. As a result I was simply curious rather than appreciating your craft. Which I did, but only later. Excellent.
shail said:
Thank you, so much Mystic 🙂
Govind said:
Oh will someone be kind enough to say
when this nightmare will go away
And when night turns to day
I fervently wish that it will stay that way.
Some how this reminded me of Billy Joel’s Goodnight Saigon. Maybe some words that were very similar.
shail said:
You are a Billy Joel fan! 🙂
afshan18 said:
Yes they are nights , the days are still yours 😀 what a cool thing to say. Lovely way to bring all those words in one post
shail said:
Thanks, Afshan 🙂
pixie said:
The nights are the scariest I guess!
shail said:
Probably
UmaS said:
Loved the way you ended it – days are still mine.
I am always in awe of the way how you use those 3 words in your fiction…hugs 🙂
shail said:
Now I am reminded of how you asked me the question how I make up stories to include the prompt words while we were having tea/coffee at the Phoenix Mall 😀
craftyshines said:
Lovely one again, Shail. And the optimistic end is really a life-saver 🙂
shail said:
Glad you think so Crafty 🙂
Usha Pisharody said:
Stark!
shail said:
🙂
Roshni said:
Very profound indeed, but I’m glad that it is fictional! 🙂
shail said:
Lol, yes 🙂